If words became flesh
what a bind I’d be in then
they’d pile up around my head
I’d have to eat them all again
I’d find them filling up my drawers
I’d find them in my shoe
I’d find them cluttering
the space between me and you
I guess I’d try to clench my teeth
and hold the bastards back
I guess I’d probably fail
I could not keep my words on track
Words are not flesh and yet persist
and haunt us through our lives
words like God and family
cut through us like two edged knives
And those who know the score are sure
to keep us talking all the time
keep us well distracted
buy our dollars for a dime
You can read an explanation of the origin of these lyrics here
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